i have given to you jane a torn and tattered love but do you hear the tolling bells that ring down from above? thought i’d rule like charlemagne but i’ve become corrupt now i crawl the promenade to fill my empty cup

and you’re free you’re free again one more time

now if you found a razorblade and took it to your wrist then i’d be here in my electric chair because of this all last night and night before i stood on the pier and cried but i don’t want to turn away for fear of going blind

and you’re free you’re free again one more time

i have given to you jane a bruised and beaten love but do you see the cold white light that shines down from above? thought i’d rule like charlemagne but i’ve become corrupt now i’ll crawl the promenade to fill my empty cup